Letter To My Future Self

When did you stop singing

in the shower? 

When did you stop dancing in front of the mirror

in your underwear? 

When did you stop being amazed

as colors melted into the evening sky? Or upon seeing 

the stars peek out from behind the night? 

When did you stop jumping in puddles and

catching snowflakes on your tongue

and eyelashes? 

At what point did people stomp on your feet

so hard

that you no longer dreamt

of flying?